"I need you to pretend to be my girlfriend because my asshole ex-boyfriend is right over there and he keeps bugging me, wanting to get back together." Laurel + whatever lady you're feeling (I imagine you know which guy I'm imagining as the ex)
okay so I went way overboard but ummmmmm yeah?? I’m really proud of this and also working on chapter 2 at the moment so….
Laurel’s eyes surveyed the room, trying to find an easy place to hide. She located that the restrooms were in the left hallway, but to get there she would have to cross the path of the very person she was trying to avoid.
‘How did I get myself into this one?’ Laurel thought to herself, remembering the events of earlier that day.
Laurel was sitting at her favorite coffee shop, staring expectantly at her best friend. “What’s this about?”
“I need you to go in my place for this gala tonight.” Felicty said, pulling out a invite from her purse. “It would be extremely rude if I ignored their invite, political crap and that, but something came up that I have to attend to. But if I sent my lovely best friend in my place, they might not be as pissed.”
Laurel glanced at the invitation before narrowing her eyes at her sister. “You want me to go to your company’s gala… in your place?”
Felicity waved her hand nonchalantly. “It’s not my gala, it’s just a gala that I’ve donated a lot of money into. But I have a unexpected business meeting in Beijing that I cannot miss.” Felicity gave Laurel her best puppy dog face. “Pretty please? I would owe you big time- and any expenses I will cover.”
Laurel sighed, if there’s one thing she couldn’t do, it was say ‘no’ to Felicity’s puppy face. “Fine. But you owe me big time. I’ll have you know that I’ll be missing out on Grey’s Anatomy for this.”
Laurel ran a hand through her hair, thankful that she decided to leave it down instead of let Felicity pay for her to get a hairstylist that would have made it look like she was a model or something of that sort.
“Felicity owes me big time.” Laurel muttered to herself, eyeing her ex who was getting increasingly closer to her. “If I don’t murder her first.”
Laurel glanced over at the food bar, hoping to stuff as much gourmet cheese into her mouth before she would undoubtedly be noticed by her ex and dragged into an excruciatingly annoying conversation.
She mentally noted at least seven different types of cheeses before she saw her saving grace - someone she actual knew.
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